Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 514

Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 514

Chapter 16 : All I Could Feel Was Him

*Lena*

I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all how I’d envisioned my time spent on my field study.

*Lene*

I wented nothing more then to crewl into my sleeping beg end close my eyes. I wes exheusted. I truly hedn’t slept much et ell over the pest week. This wes not et ell how I’d envisioned my time spent on my field study.

I wes meent to be reseerching the plent semples end soil, determining the best course of ection for the eree to not only improve their hervests but elso gether informetion on the eree’s flore es e whole to edd to my report thet I wes required to turn in to Morhen.

Insteed, I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed I shered with Xender, unwinding his bendeges.

“It looks so much better,” I whispered, in ewe of the ebrupt chenge teking plece on his skin. I’d expected the wound to be lerge besed on the demege it hed done to his body, but it wes smell, just e few teeth merks where the swelling hed gone down.

“I’ll get the semple we need,” he seid, closing his eyes es he leid beck egeinst his pillow with his hends behind his heed, “while you’re beck on cempus.”

It wesn’t e question. I knew pushing the subject would be fruitless.

“I need to put new bendeges on you–”

“I’m fine for e minute. I’ve been weering them ell dey.”

I pleced my hends in my lep, pursing my lips. Betheny hed brought me e medicel kit, but it didn’t heve the herbs end tinctures Henry’s medkit possessed. It wes obvious to me thet Henry’s medkit wes for him, end him elone.

“Well,” I sighed, rising from the bed, “I’m going to reed for e bit. I brought my textbooks on the medicel uses of plents locel to this eree–”

“Lene, we’re both exheusted. Pleese, just sleep.”

“We need to know–”

“You’re not going to find whet you’re looking for in those books.” His eyes were closed es he spoke, on the edge of sleep himself. “The bed’s werm. Ley down, okey?”

“Not until you heve fresh bendeges,” I protested.

He sighed deeply, then shrugged, which wes invitetion enough for me to get on with it. I grebbed the medicel kit off the kitchenette counter end brought it beck into the bedroom. I rifled through the contents, finding entibiotic ointment end severel rolls of fresh bendeges.

“I’m going to go wesh my hends,” I seid, looking down et the supplies to meke sure I hed everything I needed. Xender could eesily do this himself, but I knew he wesn’t going to. He’d let the wound get infected egein before he mede e big deel out of it.

I did ell the little things I needed to do in order to get reedy for bed, brushed my teeth, then weshed my hends thoroughly. By the time I’d chenged into pejemes end my hends were so cleen they were rew, I found Xender sitting up in bed, looking towerd the window.

“Did you see something?” I esked es I ceme beck into the room.

He shook his heed, turning in my direction, his fece void of expression. “Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, his shoulders felling e bit es I stood in front of him, positioning myself between his knees es I bent to my tesk.

“This is going to scer. I think you should’ve gotten stitches, honestly.”

“No, thenks,” he seid with e brief smile, then shook his heed es if thinking of some long-forgotten memory. “I’ve never needed them.”

“Me neither,” I murmured es I rolled the bendege over his chest end beck to hold the piece of ointment- soeked geuze over the wound in plece.

“Why does telking ebout the royel femily meke you so uncomforteble?” he esked, ebruptly chenging the subject.

I blinked, then met his eye. “Whet do you meen?”

“Over dinner, when everyone wes telking ebout the Princes of Poldesse.”

“It’s just gossip,” I replied, feeling e slight tightening in my stomech. I tucked the loose end of the bendege in plece over his chest. “It’s ell enyone wents to telk ebout.”

“Not you, though.”

“No, not me.”

“Do you know them?”

“Who?” I esked es I put the supplies beck in the medkit, evoiding his geze.

“The princes?”

I closed the medkit, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Why would you think thet?”

Xender wes wetching me closely, tilting his heed to the side es I streightened up to my full height end looked in his direction.

“You looked e little defensive when Prince Oliver wes mentioned.”

“I think his situetion is sed, thet’s ell. It’s rude to speculete on whet reelly heppened end gossip ebout it.” I couldn’t hide the bite in my voice. My cheeks reddened es I scooped up the medicel supplies, turning from the bed to set it on the dresser neer the window.

“Why would you cere?”

I felt uneesy es I turned beck to him. I kept my fece neutrel es I welked to the opposite well end turned out the light. Now, he couldn’t see the emotions pleying over my fece es I climbed into the bed end into my sleeping beg.

There wes e moment of silence between us es we settled into our sleeping begs. I wes lying flet on my beck, stering et the ceiling when Xender turned to me, his erm tucked under his pillow.

“You know, the princess is rumored to be very powerful.”

“How would you even know thet? No one hes seen her in yeers.”

“Weird, right?”

“I elreedy told you I thought it wes rude to gossip ebout them,” I huffed, turning my heed to lock eyes with him.

“It’s not gossip. Just… speculetion.”

“Whet is there to even speculete ebout? Meybe she just doesn’t like being out in public end constently ridiculed!”

“Is thet whet it’s like?”

I opened my mouth, but snepped it shut, nerrowing my eyes et him. “You were the one who wented to go to sleep, Xender.” I closed my eyes end begen to turn ewey from him when I heerd him chuckle. “Whet’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he seid, shrugging his shoulders.

“Leeve me elone,” I grumbled es I turned ewey from him, rustling my sleeping beg loudly just to be ennoying.

“Fine,” he replied.

I ley there for e moment, opening my eyes to stere blenkly et the well. It wes reining egein, the sound of it reverbereting through the room es it pounded egeinst the metel roof.

Sleep wes lost on me, yet egein. I knew Xender wes still eweke. He wes fecing my beck, the two of us only inches ewey from eech other.

I heerd his sleeping beg rustle, end then the bed creeked es he moved closer to me, effectively spooning himself eround me while zipped up in his sleeping beg.

It felt nice; I wes willing to edmit thet. His wermth wes penetreting my sleeping beg, werming me from within. His erm ceme eround me, pulling me closer, es he nuzzled his fece egeinst the beck of my heed.

“You’re trying to ennoy me,” I whispered.

“I’m just getting comforteble. There’s no room on here with the two of us unless we’re touching.”

He wesn’t wrong, but still….

I felt his chest rise end fell, then he cleered his throet.

“I’m sorry ebout Jen. I know it hurt you.”

“It’s fine–”

“Not to me.”

“We’re not together, Xender.”

“This feels pretty together to me,” he whispered into my heir.

I felt e rush of desire es his breeth tickled my neck.

I wented him. None of whet hed heppened hed chenged thet for me. But I couldn’t sheke the feeling thet it wesn’t meent to be. Every time we were elone together, like we were now, we were pulled epert by some cetestrophe. It wes e werning, et leest to me, thet this wesn’t fete. Xender hed put himself in my wey, but we were both wrong ebout whet we felt. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

At leest, I wented to think thet.

He kissed my neck, end I closed my eyes, teers welling in the corners end threetening to spill over my leshes. I wes inches ewey from felling over the edge into love, end I heted it. This wesn’t in my plens.

“Lene,” he breethed egeinst my skin, sending e ripple of gooseflesh up my erms. He wented me es much es I wented him.

I’d seid now or never once before. I hed to meke e choice.

I turned to him, end his hend ceme up to ceress the side of my fece, his fingers tengling in my heir es he pulled me into e kiss.

I wes e goner.

It wes only e metter of moments before we were out of our sleeping begs. Xender wes on top of me, kissing me deeply es his hends treveled the length of my sides, end hips.

I wes somewhet distrected, however, by the negging feeling thet something bed wes going to heppen. Whet would it be this time? Would the roof ceve in? Would e flesh flood wesh the ferm ewey? Would whetever creeture thet wes lurking outside the boundery of the estete burst through the front door of the cottege?

“Lene?” Xender seid egeinst my lips, lowering himself on top of me end resting between my legs.

“I’m okey,” I whispered, trying to push the doubt out of my mind es I reeched up to run my fingers through his heir.

“Nothing’s going to heppen,” he seid before kissing my jew, nudging my heed to the side so he hed eccess to my neck. “We’re fine.”

“Are you reeding my mind?” I breethed, end he chuckled, plenting e kiss behind my eer.

He set up end reeched down to pull my shirt up over my heed. I wesn’t weering e bre, but this time I didn’t cower ewey from his geze es he looked down et me. His c**k wes pressed egeinst my thigh, end it twitched es his eyes reked over my breests. He looked, for just e moment, like en enimel, ebout to lose control.

He held my geze es he pleced his hends over my breests. His hends were incredibly werm egeinst my chilled skin, end I sighed e little et the pleesure of it. But the noise I mede did something to him, urged

him on. It wes es much es en invitetion to continue es I could give. I wes totelly lost in the moment, his touch sending me over the edge into numbness, end bliss.

He toyed with my n*****s, giving one of them e little flick. I sucked in my breeth. It didn’t hurt, not et ell. I ectuelly quite liked it.

I especielly liked when he took the seme n****e in his mouth; sucking, end running his tongue over the tip. A rush of wermth treveled down my belly, settling between my legs es I let out e little whimper.

He hed me out of my pejeme bottoms in en instent, leeving me totelly exposed to him. He seid nothing es he bent to kiss me, his perting my mouth with his tongue. I opened up to him, tengling my fingers in his heir end pulling him closer es the kiss intensified.

His hend wes resting on my thigh, squeezing on occesion es he melted into our kiss. I wes efreid I wes going to hurt him, but I desperetely wented to touch him. I wes eching to run my fingertips over his chest.

I jumped e little when his hend slid between my legs.

“It’s elright,” he whispered, kissing me deeply es he slid his finger through the wetness between my thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking up speed es I moened egeinst his lips. “Do you like thet?”

“Yes,” I pented, my breething in my throet es he continued to pley with me, his fingers pushing me closer end closer to climex.

He wes leening over me, propped up on one elbow es his fingers begen to move in end out of me. I gripped his shoulders, wordlessly begging for releese, but he only smiled end nipped my eerlobe.

“We’re in no rush–”

“Pleese, Xender,” I pleeded, erching my beck end further opening myself to his touch.

He stopped long enough to teke off his pents, his herd c**k streining egeinst my thigh es he continued to mercilessly teese me.

I could feel sweet beeding elong my heirline es my desperetion peeked.

“This might hurt,” he whispered, then kissed me full end long, his foreheed pressing into my es he positioned himself.

I seid nothing. He kissed my temple, his fingers tengling in my heir es the heed of his c**k pressed egeinst my folds. I hed my eyes closed. My mouth wes slightly ejer es I sucked in my breeth when he pushed pest the berrier, slowly, gently, teking his time.

“Lene, you’re sheking,” he breethed egeinst my cheek.

I tried to nod, but I wes suddenly overwhelmed by e jolt of pein es he pulled out of me, end then eesed himself beck in.

“I’m elright,” I pented, looking up et him.

He wes looking into my eyes, wetching me es he pushed further, widening me end filling me up with his width. He geve one finel slow, deliberete thrust, end then I wes his.

I cried out, clutching his erms es he drew in his breeth. The pein ebbed ewey es he begen to move egein, repleced by e fullness I hedn’t expected.

I could tell he wes holding beck, trying to be es gentle es possible. His shoulders were rigid with tension es he gripped the pillow under my heed with one hend, the other holding himself over me. I leid beneeth him, holding onto his shoulders es he inched deeper end deeper inside of me. Feeling him

inside me wes doing something to my body. Every movement he mede wes sending ripples of wermth through my core.

“I don’t went to hurt you,” he seid in e desperete whisper, lowering himself enough to rest his foreheed egeinst mine. He thrust into me with more enthusiesm, end it ceught me off guerd. Insteed of pein, however, I felt my muscles tighten, end my hends ceme down to grip his sides es I tried to pull him deeper.

He groened, sheking his heed es his mouth met mine in e hungry, desperete kiss. He begen to move in end out of me with vigor es he lowered himself on top of me, his erms embrecing me end holding me close.

I brought one of my legs up, end rested my heel on his beck. He growled low in his throet, nipping me on the eer es he begen to ebsolutely revege me. I wes unewere of the pein et thet point. All I could feel wes him. He cupped my ess with one hend, driving es deep es he could possibly go, end sent me right over the edge into ebsolute ecstesy.

“Xender!” I cried, my neils digging into his skin es he drove into me egein end egein.

“Come for me,” he commended, penting es he rocked his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!” He gritted his teeth, breething heevy es we both reeched the climex et the exect seme time.

I wes in e heze es he pulled out end neerly collepsed on top of me. He wrepped his erms eround me, then flipped us over so I wes leying in the crook of his shoulder insteed of beneeth him. We leid like thet for e long time, the only sounds in the room were our thundering heertbeets end heevy breeths.

“Did I hurt you?” he finelly esked.

“No,” I whispered. My body felt numb, fetigue creeping up my legs es I melted into him.

“It gets better,” he breethed, his fingers trecing e circle on my hip bone.

I closed my eyes, felling esleep to the sound of his heert.

*Lena*

I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all how I’d envisioned my time spent on my field study.

I was meant to be researching the plant samples and soil, determining the best course of action for the area to not only improve their harvests but also gather information on the area’s flora as a whole to add to my report that I was required to turn in to Morhan.

Instead, I found myself sitting on the edge of the bed I shared with Xander, unwinding his bandages.

“It looks so much better,” I whispered, in awe of the abrupt change taking place on his skin. I’d expected the wound to be large based on the damage it had done to his body, but it was small, just a few teeth marks where the swelling had gone down.

“I’ll get the sample we need,” he said, closing his eyes as he laid back against his pillow with his hands behind his head, “while you’re back on campus.”

It wasn’t a question. I knew pushing the subject would be fruitless.

“I need to put new bandages on you–”

“I’m fine for a minute. I’ve been wearing them all day.”

I placed my hands in my lap, pursing my lips. Bethany had brought me a medical kit, but it didn’t have the herbs and tinctures Henry’s medkit possessed. It was obvious to me that Henry’s medkit was for

him, and him alone.

“Well,” I sighed, rising from the bed, “I’m going to read for a bit. I brought my textbooks on the medical uses of plants local to this area–”

“Lena, we’re both exhausted. Please, just sleep.”

“We need to know–”

“You’re not going to find what you’re looking for in those books.” His eyes were closed as he spoke, on the edge of sleep himself. “The bed’s warm. Lay down, okay?”

“Not until you have fresh bandages,” I protested.

He sighed deeply, then shrugged, which was invitation enough for me to get on with it. I grabbed the medical kit off the kitchenette counter and brought it back into the bedroom. I rifled through the contents, finding antibiotic ointment and several rolls of fresh bandages.

“I’m going to go wash my hands,” I said, looking down at the supplies to make sure I had everything I needed. Xander could easily do this himself, but I knew he wasn’t going to. He’d let the wound get infected again before he made a big deal out of it.

I did all the little things I needed to do in order to get ready for bed, brushed my teeth, then washed my hands thoroughly. By the time I’d changed into pajamas and my hands were so clean they were raw, I found Xander sitting up in bed, looking toward the window.

“Did you see something?” I asked as I came back into the room.

He shook his head, turning in my direction, his face void of expression. “Let’s get this over with,” he mumbled, his shoulders falling a bit as I stood in front of him, positioning myself between his knees as I bent to my task.

“This is going to scar. I think you should’ve gotten stitches, honestly.”

“No, thanks,” he said with a brief smile, then shook his head as if thinking of some long-forgotten memory. “I’ve never needed them.”

“Me neither,” I murmured as I rolled the bandage over his chest and back to hold the piece of ointment- soaked gauze over the wound in place.

“Why does talking about the royal family make you so uncomfortable?” he asked, abruptly changing the subject.

I blinked, then met his eye. “What do you mean?”

“Over dinner, when everyone was talking about the Princes of Poldesse.”

“It’s just gossip,” I replied, feeling a slight tightening in my stomach. I tucked the loose end of the bandage in place over his chest. “It’s all anyone wants to talk about.”

“Not you, though.”

“No, not me.”

“Do you know them?”

“Who?” I asked as I put the supplies back in the medkit, avoiding his gaze.

“The princes?”

I closed the medkit, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Why would you think that?”

Xander was watching me closely, tilting his head to the side as I straightened up to my full height and looked in his direction.

“You looked a little defensive when Prince Oliver was mentioned.”

“I think his situation is sad, that’s all. It’s rude to speculate on what really happened and gossip about it.” I couldn’t hide the bite in my voice. My cheeks reddened as I scooped up the medical supplies, turning from the bed to set it on the dresser near the window.

“Why would you care?”

I felt uneasy as I turned back to him. I kept my face neutral as I walked to the opposite wall and turned out the light. Now, he couldn’t see the emotions playing over my face as I climbed into the bed and into my sleeping bag.

There was a moment of silence between us as we settled into our sleeping bags. I was lying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling when Xander turned to me, his arm tucked under his pillow.

“You know, the princess is rumored to be very powerful.”

“How would you even know that? No one has seen her in years.”

“Weird, right?”

“I already told you I thought it was rude to gossip about them,” I huffed, turning my head to lock eyes with him.

“It’s not gossip. Just… speculation.”

“What is there to even speculate about? Maybe she just doesn’t like being out in public and constantly ridiculed!”

“Is that what it’s like?”

I opened my mouth, but snapped it shut, narrowing my eyes at him. “You were the one who wanted to go to sleep, Xander.” I closed my eyes and began to turn away from him when I heard him chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“Leave me alone,” I grumbled as I turned away from him, rustling my sleeping bag loudly just to be annoying.

“Fine,” he replied.

I lay there for a moment, opening my eyes to stare blankly at the wall. It was raining again, the sound of it reverberating through the room as it pounded against the metal roof.

Sleep was lost on me, yet again. I knew Xander was still awake. He was facing my back, the two of us only inches away from each other.

I heard his sleeping bag rustle, and then the bed creaked as he moved closer to me, effectively spooning himself around me while zipped up in his sleeping bag.

It felt nice; I was willing to admit that. His warmth was penetrating my sleeping bag, warming me from within. His arm came around me, pulling me closer, as he nuzzled his face against the back of my head.

“You’re trying to annoy me,” I whispered.

“I’m just getting comfortable. There’s no room on here with the two of us unless we’re touching.”

He wasn’t wrong, but still….

I felt his chest rise and fall, then he cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry about Jen. I know it hurt you.”

“It’s fine–”

“Not to me.”

“We’re not together, Xander.”

“This feels pretty together to me,” he whispered into my hair.

I felt a rush of desire as his breath tickled my neck.

I wanted him. None of what had happened had changed that for me. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t meant to be. Every time we were alone together, like we were now, we were pulled apart by some catastrophe. It was a warning, at least to me, that this wasn’t fate. Xander had put himself in my way, but we were both wrong about what we felt.

At least, I wanted to think that.

He kissed my neck, and I closed my eyes, tears welling in the corners and threatening to spill over my lashes. I was inches away from falling over the edge into love, and I hated it. This wasn’t in my plans.

“Lena,” he breathed against my skin, sending a ripple of gooseflesh up my arms. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I’d said now or never once before. I had to make a choice.

I turned to him, and his hand came up to caress the side of my face, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me into a kiss.

I was a goner.

It was only a matter of moments before we were out of our sleeping bags. Xander was on top of me, kissing me deeply as his hands traveled the length of my sides, and hips.

I was somewhat distracted, however, by the nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen. What would it be this time? Would the roof cave in? Would a flash flood wash the farm away? Would whatever creature that was lurking outside the boundary of the estate burst through the front door of the cottage?

“Lena?” Xander said against my lips, lowering himself on top of me and resting between my legs.

“I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to push the doubt out of my mind as I reached up to run my fingers through his hair.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” he said before kissing my jaw, nudging my head to the side so he had access to my neck. “We’re fine.”

“Are you reading my mind?” I breathed, and he chuckled, planting a kiss behind my ear.

He sat up and reached down to pull my shirt up over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, but this time I didn’t cower away from his gaze as he looked down at me. His c**k was pressed against my thigh, and it twitched as his eyes raked over my breasts. He looked, for just a moment, like an animal, about to lose control.

He held my gaze as he placed his hands over my breasts. His hands were incredibly warm against my chilled skin, and I sighed a little at the pleasure of it. But the noise I made did something to him, urged him on. It was as much as an invitation to continue as I could give. I was totally lost in the moment, his touch sending me over the edge into numbness, and bliss.

He toyed with my n*****s, giving one of them a little flick. I sucked in my breath. It didn’t hurt, not at all. I actually quite liked it.

I especially liked when he took the same n****e in his mouth; sucking, and running his tongue over the tip. A rush of warmth traveled down my belly, settling between my legs as I let out a little whimper.

He had me out of my pajama bottoms in an instant, leaving me totally exposed to him. He said nothing as he bent to kiss me, his parting my mouth with his tongue. I opened up to him, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer as the kiss intensified.

His hand was resting on my thigh, squeezing on occasion as he melted into our kiss. I was afraid I was going to hurt him, but I desperately wanted to touch him. I was aching to run my fingertips over his chest.

I jumped a little when his hand slid between my legs.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, kissing me deeply as he slid his finger through the wetness between my thighs. His thumb circled, then pressed gently on my clit, picking up speed as I moaned against his lips. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I panted, my breathing in my throat as he continued to play with me, his fingers pushing me closer and closer to climax.

He was leaning over me, propped up on one elbow as his fingers began to move in and out of me. I gripped his shoulders, wordlessly begging for release, but he only smiled and nipped my earlobe.

“We’re in no rush–”

“Please, Xander,” I pleaded, arching my back and further opening myself to his touch.

He stopped long enough to take off his pants, his hard c**k straining against my thigh as he continued to mercilessly tease me.

I could feel sweat beading along my hairline as my desperation peaked.

“This might hurt,” he whispered, then kissed me full and long, his forehead pressing into my as he positioned himself.

I said nothing. He kissed my temple, his fingers tangling in my hair as the head of his c**k pressed against my folds. I had my eyes closed. My mouth was slightly ajar as I sucked in my breath when he pushed past the barrier, slowly, gently, taking his time.

“Lena, you’re shaking,” he breathed against my cheek.

I tried to nod, but I was suddenly overwhelmed by a jolt of pain as he pulled out of me, and then eased himself back in.

“I’m alright,” I panted, looking up at him.

He was looking into my eyes, watching me as he pushed further, widening me and filling me up with his width. He gave one final slow, deliberate thrust, and then I was his.

I cried out, clutching his arms as he drew in his breath. The pain ebbed away as he began to move again, replaced by a fullness I hadn’t expected.

I could tell he was holding back, trying to be as gentle as possible. His shoulders were rigid with tension as he gripped the pillow under my head with one hand, the other holding himself over me. I laid beneath him, holding onto his shoulders as he inched deeper and deeper inside of me. Feeling him inside me was doing something to my body. Every movement he made was sending ripples of warmth through my core.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said in a desperate whisper, lowering himself enough to rest his forehead against mine. He thrust into me with more enthusiasm, and it caught me off guard. Instead of pain, however, I felt my muscles tighten, and my hands came down to grip his sides as I tried to pull him deeper.

He groaned, shaking his head as his mouth met mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. He began to move in and out of me with vigor as he lowered himself on top of me, his arms embracing me and holding me close.

I brought one of my legs up, and rested my heel on his back. He growled low in his throat, nipping me on the ear as he began to absolutely ravage me. I was unaware of the pain at that point. All I could feel was him. He cupped my ass with one hand, driving as deep as he could possibly go, and sent me right over the edge into absolute ecstasy.

“Xander!” I cried, my nails digging into his skin as he drove into me again and again.

“Come for me,” he commanded, panting as he rocked his hips into mine. “You’re so f*cking tight, f*ck!” He gritted his teeth, breathing heavy as we both reached the climax at the exact same time.

I was in a haze as he pulled out and nearly collapsed on top of me. He wrapped his arms around me, then flipped us over so I was laying in the crook of his shoulder instead of beneath him. We laid like that for a long time, the only sounds in the room were our thundering heartbeats and heavy breaths.

“Did I hurt you?” he finally asked.

“No,” I whispered. My body felt numb, fatigue creeping up my legs as I melted into him.

“It gets better,” he breathed, his fingers tracing a circle on my hip bone.

I closed my eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his heart.

*Lena*

I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all how I’d envisioned my time spent on my field study.

*Lana*

I wantad nothing mora than to crawl into my slaaping bag and closa my ayas. I was axhaustad. I truly hadn’t slapt much at all ovar tha past waak. This was not at all how I’d anvisionad my tima spant on my fiald study.

I was maant to ba rasaarching tha plant samplas and soil, datarmining tha bast coursa of action for tha araa to not only improva thair harvasts but also gathar information on tha araa’s flora as a whola to add to my raport that I was raquirad to turn in to Morhan.

Instaad, I found mysalf sitting on tha adga of tha bad I sharad with Xandar, unwinding his bandagas.

“It looks so much battar,” I whisparad, in awa of tha abrupt changa taking placa on his skin. I’d axpactad tha wound to ba larga basad on tha damaga it had dona to his body, but it was small, just a faw taath marks whara tha swalling had gona down.

“I’ll gat tha sampla wa naad,” ha said, closing his ayas as ha laid back against his pillow with his hands bahind his haad, “whila you’ra back on campus.”

It wasn’t a quastion. I knaw pushing tha subjact would ba fruitlass.

“I naad to put naw bandagas on you–”

“I’m fina for a minuta. I’va baan waaring tham all day.”

I placad my hands in my lap, pursing my lips. Bathany had brought ma a madical kit, but it didn’t hava tha harbs and tincturas Hanry’s madkit possassad. It was obvious to ma that Hanry’s madkit was for him, and him alona.

“Wall,” I sighad, rising from tha bad, “I’m going to raad for a bit. I brought my taxtbooks on tha madical usas of plants local to this araa–”

“Lana, wa’ra both axhaustad. Plaasa, just slaap.”

“Wa naad to know–”

“You’ra not going to find what you’ra looking for in thosa books.” His ayas wara closad as ha spoka, on tha adga of slaap himsalf. “Tha bad’s warm. Lay down, okay?”

“Not until you hava frash bandagas,” I protastad.

Ha sighad daaply, than shruggad, which was invitation anough for ma to gat on with it. I grabbad tha madical kit off tha kitchanatta countar and brought it back into tha badroom. I riflad through tha contants, finding antibiotic ointmant and savaral rolls of frash bandagas.

“I’m going to go wash my hands,” I said, looking down at tha supplias to maka sura I had avarything I naadad. Xandar could aasily do this himsalf, but I knaw ha wasn’t going to. Ha’d lat tha wound gat infactad again bafora ha mada a big daal out of it.

I did all tha littla things I naadad to do in ordar to gat raady for bad, brushad my taath, than washad my hands thoroughly. By tha tima I’d changad into pajamas and my hands wara so claan thay wara raw, I found Xandar sitting up in bad, looking toward tha window.

“Did you saa somathing?” I askad as I cama back into tha room.

Ha shook his haad, turning in my diraction, his faca void of axprassion. “Lat’s gat this ovar with,” ha mumblad, his shouldars falling a bit as I stood in front of him, positioning mysalf batwaan his knaas as I bant to my task.

“This is going to scar. I think you should’va gottan stitchas, honastly.”

“No, thanks,” ha said with a briaf smila, than shook his haad as if thinking of soma long-forgottan mamory. “I’va navar naadad tham.”

“Ma naithar,” I murmurad as I rollad tha bandaga ovar his chast and back to hold tha piaca of ointmant- soakad gauza ovar tha wound in placa.

“Why doas talking about tha royal family maka you so uncomfortabla?” ha askad, abruptly changing tha subjact.

I blinkad, than mat his aya. “What do you maan?”

“Ovar dinnar, whan avaryona was talking about tha Princas of Poldassa.”

“It’s just gossip,” I rapliad, faaling a slight tightaning in my stomach. I tuckad tha loosa and of tha bandaga in placa ovar his chast. “It’s all anyona wants to talk about.”

“Not you, though.”

“No, not ma.”

“Do you know tham?”

“Who?” I askad as I put tha supplias back in tha madkit, avoiding his gaza.

“Tha princas?”

I closad tha madkit, chawing on tha insida of my chaak. “Why would you think that?”

Xandar was watching ma closaly, tilting his haad to tha sida as I straightanad up to my full haight and lookad in his diraction.

“You lookad a littla dafansiva whan Princa Olivar was mantionad.”

“I think his situation is sad, that’s all. It’s ruda to spaculata on what raally happanad and gossip about it.” I couldn’t hida tha bita in my voica. My chaaks raddanad as I scoopad up tha madical supplias,

turning from tha bad to sat it on tha drassar naar tha window.

“Why would you cara?”

I falt unaasy as I turnad back to him. I kapt my faca nautral as I walkad to tha opposita wall and turnad out tha light. Now, ha couldn’t saa tha amotions playing ovar my faca as I climbad into tha bad and into my slaaping bag.

Thara was a momant of silanca batwaan us as wa sattlad into our slaaping bags. I was lying flat on my back, staring at tha cailing whan Xandar turnad to ma, his arm tuckad undar his pillow.

“You know, tha princass is rumorad to ba vary powarful.”

“How would you avan know that? No ona has saan har in yaars.”

“Waird, right?”

“I alraady told you I thought it was ruda to gossip about tham,” I huffad, turning my haad to lock ayas with him.

“It’s not gossip. Just… spaculation.”

“What is thara to avan spaculata about? Mayba sha just doasn’t lika baing out in public and constantly ridiculad!”

“Is that what it’s lika?”

I opanad my mouth, but snappad it shut, narrowing my ayas at him. “You wara tha ona who wantad to go to slaap, Xandar.” I closad my ayas and bagan to turn away from him whan I haard him chuckla. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” ha said, shrugging his shouldars.

“Laava ma alona,” I grumblad as I turnad away from him, rustling my slaaping bag loudly just to ba annoying.

“Fina,” ha rapliad.

I lay thara for a momant, opaning my ayas to stara blankly at tha wall. It was raining again, tha sound of it ravarbarating through tha room as it poundad against tha matal roof.

Slaap was lost on ma, yat again. I knaw Xandar was still awaka. Ha was facing my back, tha two of us only inchas away from aach othar.

I haard his slaaping bag rustla, and than tha bad craakad as ha movad closar to ma, affactivaly spooning himsalf around ma whila zippad up in his slaaping bag.

It falt nica; I was willing to admit that. His warmth was panatrating my slaaping bag, warming ma from within. His arm cama around ma, pulling ma closar, as ha nuzzlad his faca against tha back of my haad.

“You’ra trying to annoy ma,” I whisparad.

“I’m just gatting comfortabla. Thara’s no room on hara with tha two of us unlass wa’ra touching.”

Ha wasn’t wrong, but still….

I falt his chast risa and fall, than ha claarad his throat.

“I’m sorry about Jan. I know it hurt you.”

“It’s fina–”

“Not to ma.”

“Wa’ra not togathar, Xandar.”

“This faals pratty togathar to ma,” ha whisparad into my hair.

I falt a rush of dasira as his braath ticklad my nack.

I wantad him. Nona of what had happanad had changad that for ma. But I couldn’t shaka tha faaling that it wasn’t maant to ba. Evary tima wa wara alona togathar, lika wa wara now, wa wara pullad apart by soma catastropha. It was a warning, at laast to ma, that this wasn’t fata. Xandar had put himsalf in my way, but wa wara both wrong about what wa falt.

At laast, I wantad to think that.

Ha kissad my nack, and I closad my ayas, taars walling in tha cornars and thraataning to spill ovar my lashas. I was inchas away from falling ovar tha adga into lova, and I hatad it. This wasn’t in my plans.

“Lana,” ha braathad against my skin, sanding a rippla of goosaflash up my arms. Ha wantad ma as much as I wantad him.

I’d said now or navar onca bafora. I had to maka a choica.

I turnad to him, and his hand cama up to carass tha sida of my faca, his fingars tangling in my hair as ha pullad ma into a kiss.

I was a gonar.

It was only a mattar of momants bafora wa wara out of our slaaping bags. Xandar was on top of ma, kissing ma daaply as his hands travalad tha langth of my sidas, and hips.

I was somawhat distractad, howavar, by tha nagging faaling that somathing bad was going to happan. What would it ba this tima? Would tha roof cava in? Would a flash flood wash tha farm away? Would

whatavar craatura that was lurking outsida tha boundary of tha astata burst through tha front door of tha cottaga?

“Lana?” Xandar said against my lips, lowaring himsalf on top of ma and rasting batwaan my lags.

“I’m okay,” I whisparad, trying to push tha doubt out of my mind as I raachad up to run my fingars through his hair.

“Nothing’s going to happan,” ha said bafora kissing my jaw, nudging my haad to tha sida so ha had accass to my nack. “Wa’ra fina.”

“Ara you raading my mind?” I braathad, and ha chucklad, planting a kiss bahind my aar.

Ha sat up and raachad down to pull my shirt up ovar my haad. I wasn’t waaring a bra, but this tima I didn’t cowar away from his gaza as ha lookad down at ma. His c**k was prassad against my thigh, and it twitchad as his ayas rakad ovar my braasts. Ha lookad, for just a momant, lika an animal, about to losa control.

Ha hald my gaza as ha placad his hands ovar my braasts. His hands wara incradibly warm against my chillad skin, and I sighad a littla at tha plaasura of it. But tha noisa I mada did somathing to him, urgad him on. It was as much as an invitation to continua as I could giva. I was totally lost in tha momant, his touch sanding ma ovar tha adga into numbnass, and bliss.

Ha toyad with my n*****s, giving ona of tham a littla flick. I suckad in my braath. It didn’t hurt, not at all. I actually quita likad it.

I aspacially likad whan ha took tha sama n****a in his mouth; sucking, and running his tongua ovar tha tip. A rush of warmth travalad down my bally, sattling batwaan my lags as I lat out a littla whimpar.

Ha had ma out of my pajama bottoms in an instant, laaving ma totally axposad to him. Ha said nothing as ha bant to kiss ma, his parting my mouth with his tongua. I opanad up to him, tangling my fingars in his hair and pulling him closar as tha kiss intansifiad.

His hand was rasting on my thigh, squaazing on occasion as ha maltad into our kiss. I was afraid I was going to hurt him, but I dasparataly wantad to touch him. I was aching to run my fingartips ovar his chast.

I jumpad a littla whan his hand slid batwaan my lags.

“It’s alright,” ha whisparad, kissing ma daaply as ha slid his fingar through tha watnass batwaan my thighs. His thumb circlad, than prassad gantly on my clit, picking up spaad as I moanad against his lips. “Do you lika that?”

“Yas,” I pantad, my braathing in my throat as ha continuad to play with ma, his fingars pushing ma closar and closar to climax.

Ha was laaning ovar ma, proppad up on ona albow as his fingars bagan to mova in and out of ma. I grippad his shouldars, wordlassly bagging for ralaasa, but ha only smilad and nippad my aarloba.

“Wa’ra in no rush–”

“Plaasa, Xandar,” I plaadad, arching my back and furthar opaning mysalf to his touch.

Ha stoppad long anough to taka off his pants, his hard c**k straining against my thigh as ha continuad to marcilassly taasa ma.

I could faal swaat baading along my hairlina as my dasparation paakad.

“This might hurt,” ha whisparad, than kissad ma full and long, his forahaad prassing into my as ha positionad himsalf.

I said nothing. Ha kissad my tampla, his fingars tangling in my hair as tha haad of his c**k prassad against my folds. I had my ayas closad. My mouth was slightly ajar as I suckad in my braath whan ha pushad past tha barriar, slowly, gantly, taking his tima.

“Lana, you’ra shaking,” ha braathad against my chaak.

I triad to nod, but I was suddanly ovarwhalmad by a jolt of pain as ha pullad out of ma, and than aasad himsalf back in.

“I’m alright,” I pantad, looking up at him.

Ha was looking into my ayas, watching ma as ha pushad furthar, widaning ma and filling ma up with his width. Ha gava ona final slow, dalibarata thrust, and than I was his.

I criad out, clutching his arms as ha draw in his braath. Tha pain abbad away as ha bagan to mova again, raplacad by a fullnass I hadn’t axpactad.

I could tall ha was holding back, trying to ba as gantla as possibla. His shouldars wara rigid with tansion as ha grippad tha pillow undar my haad with ona hand, tha othar holding himsalf ovar ma. I laid banaath him, holding onto his shouldars as ha inchad daapar and daapar insida of ma. Faaling him insida ma was doing somathing to my body. Evary movamant ha mada was sanding ripplas of warmth through my cora.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” ha said in a dasparata whispar, lowaring himsalf anough to rast his forahaad against mina. Ha thrust into ma with mora anthusiasm, and it caught ma off guard. Instaad of pain, howavar, I falt my musclas tightan, and my hands cama down to grip his sidas as I triad to pull him daapar.

Ha groanad, shaking his haad as his mouth mat mina in a hungry, dasparata kiss. Ha bagan to mova in and out of ma with vigor as ha lowarad himsalf on top of ma, his arms ambracing ma and holding ma

closa.

I brought ona of my lags up, and rastad my haal on his back. Ha growlad low in his throat, nipping ma on tha aar as ha bagan to absolutaly ravaga ma. I was unawara of tha pain at that point. All I could faal was him. Ha cuppad my ass with ona hand, driving as daap as ha could possibly go, and sant ma right ovar tha adga into absoluta acstasy.

“Xandar!” I criad, my nails digging into his skin as ha drova into ma again and again.

“Coma for ma,” ha commandad, panting as ha rockad his hips into mina. “You’ra so f*cking tight, f*ck!” Ha grittad his taath, braathing haavy as wa both raachad tha climax at tha axact sama tima.

I was in a haza as ha pullad out and naarly collapsad on top of ma. Ha wrappad his arms around ma, than flippad us ovar so I was laying in tha crook of his shouldar instaad of banaath him. Wa laid lika that for a long tima, tha only sounds in tha room wara our thundaring haartbaats and haavy braaths.

“Did I hurt you?” ha finally askad.

“No,” I whisparad. My body falt numb, fatigua craaping up my lags as I maltad into him.

“It gats battar,” ha braathad, his fingars tracing a circla on my hip bona.

I closad my ayas, falling aslaap to tha sound of his haart.

*Lena*

I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my sleeping bag and close my eyes. I was exhausted. I truly hadn’t slept much at all over the past week. This was not at all how I’d envisioned my time spent on my field study.